Every morning, just about, I’m faced with the same dilemma, whether to start the day out writing, and likely write all day . . . or, do the other things that need to be done first.
Today, the other things won out, over and over again. So here it is, 2:00pm. I have to pick Frankie up at 2:40. Etiquette class starts at 4:45, so by the time I sit down to write, it’ll be at least 6:00pm. I can probably get a good two or three hours of writing in, but nothing like yesterday when I spent the whole day writing.
The good thing about working on other stuff, is that now some of it is done. I seem to have a neverending list of things to do, so it’ll never all be done. And the other thing is, I’m not so easily distracted. When I’m writing, I’m easy to distract. Which sucks sometimes.
Today it was almost 1:30 before I thought about a decision I’m waiting on. I expect a no, I anticipate the possibility that it could be a yes, and my assumption is the decision has to be made no later than the end of the week. I almost don’t want to know the outcome. There are pros and cons on both sides.
I would love to fill my brain with lots of wonderful stories, dump them out on my computer . . . and then smile when I go back and read them. Fanciful life right? And I suppose to the full-time writer, there is a certain monotony that eventually sinks in.
I love the other work I do, and I would miss it if I stopped. I suppose that’s why I do so many different things. No monotony, no tedium, just a neverending sense that there is something that I should be doing, and I’m not.
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